"pick Love Your Prior Cause"
Kill or cure alls of the mind are in the bottles,
with dual instructions, take at one’s own risk.
Swim in an ocean of salt, options one has as
the eyes burn, “I wonder what on earth is the matter.”
Relieving the symptoms of gout could be the cure that
brought the heart attack about. The mind's panacea, could
eventually by it’s own illusion be the cause of earth's pandemic
pandemonium. All options of one’s mind, limits all possibilities,
as the thrill is in the adrenal rush, thus being the mind's main thrust!
As a healthy man of 66, I personally don’t need the adrenaline fix,
balancing my heart’s love between the reality of the plus and minus.
While manifesting the love nature in the paranormal cure.
And that being, the yin and the yang, the female and the male,
the act of love between the two, which is actually the glue;
the true cure we all must eventually pursue. Or stay in our persona
houses divided, picking the poisons of our mind's own divisions!
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